I shall do it yet.
Oh, what a fool I am! I'm worse than Raca, as Molly said.

I shall be rushing precipitately down a steep place into the sea next.

Confound this gate! Why can't people leave them open?
At any rate, it will remain open now.

I am not going to have my devotions curtailed by a gate.

I fancied it would be hot, but never anything half as hot as this.